When you come near the camp, leave your horse in the chaparral.

Give this to Colonel C." I wrote the following words on a scrap of paper:-- "Dear Colonel, "Two hundred will be enough.

Could they be stolen out after night?
If so, all will be well--if it gets abroad...
"Yours, "H.H." As I handed the paper to Raoul, I whispered in his ear-- "To Colonel C's own hand.

Privately, Raoul--privately, do you hear ?" Colonel C.was my friend, and I knew that he would send a _private_ party to my rescue.
"I understand, Captain," was the answer of Raoul.
"Ready, then! now mount and be off." The Frenchman sprang nimbly to the saddle, and, driving his spurs into the flanks of his horse, shot out from the pen like a bolt of lightning.
For the first three hundred yards or so he galloped directly towards the guerilleros.

These stood leaning upon their saddles, or lay stretched along the green-sward.